Lexa!Lives AU / Iām No Mirage : When Lexaās dry, dehydrated eyes cracked open, she found herself half buried in dirt not knowing anything of how she arrived there, her memory bank entirely withdrawn. Scavenging whatever meagre possessions she could muster, she takes a moment to clock in her location before spotting the derelict and destitute ruins of Polis looking miniscule on the horizon, and sets out on a mission to look for survivors of whatever calamity befell the capital.Ā
When she sets foot in the smaller ruins along the way, desperation settles into the marrow of Lexaās aching bones, discovering the ghosts of the people who perished in the inferno, barely able to walk any further as water deprivation robs her of the ability to think straight. A flash of movement enters into her peripheral vision, shocking her back to reality and she chases after it, risking whatever life she has left in her to seek it out.
And then, she sees herā¦the breathtaking visage of the one she vowed to protect with her life trudging along the sandy dunes with a small wagon of supplies. Her brilliant blonde hair dazzles underneath the harsh sunlight, face crimson with sand burns, sporting a massive scab on her forehead, but it was still her. Her beacon and the great love of her life. Dry sobs rattle through her rib cage, Lexa wondering if sheāll break apart from this alone.
āClarke?ā Lexa calls out, testing her voice, raising her hand up to gather her attention.
Clarke stumbles to her feet, the shovel in her hand coming tumbling down to the ground, mouth hung open in abject shock.Ā
āI must be going crazy, Iām seeing thingsā¦youāre not here-no, you canāt be here. I saw you get shot. I saw you bleed out and fade away,ā Clarkeās eyes well with tears, warring with herself to keep from crying too much. Risking tears in the desert was a way to mark yourself for the grim reaper.Ā
āIām no mirage, Clarke. Iām here, Iām actually here,ā Lexa closes the distance between them, taking her loverās body into her arms for a soul nourishing embrace, hope blooming to life once more inside of her form. Clarkeās tired hands cup her face, drowning herself in Lexaās touch, kissing her wherever she could find exposed skin.Ā
āI think I know how we can get get out of here,ā Clarke parts from Lexa; albeit, reluctantly, āI found our Rover buried in the sand.āĀ
āLet me,ā Lexa leans down, separating sand with her fingers, but Clarke stays her hand.
āYouāre suffering from heat exhaustion, Lexaā¦Iām not gonna let you die here trying to help,ā Clarke practically orders her, and the most fragile of smiles grows on Lexaās face, daring herself to hold onto a mote of happiness.Ā
Itās a massive endeavor, but little by little, the sand ebbs away to uncover the Rover, both Clarke and Lexa celebrating the small triumph with a kiss as Clarke immediately sets her focus on getting it operational again by rewiring the solar panels. Clarke spots a few water canteens in the interior, immediately passing it off to Lexa, relieved to have at least that much.
āReady to do this?ā Clarke looks over to Lexa, both their hands covering the gear shift, holding their breaths.Ā
āLead the way,ā Lexa closes her eyes, joining in Clarkeās pure elation when the Roverās engine roars to life, resurrected and renewed. Confidence growing in Clarke, she and Lexa set off, looking for what life remains on the planet, beginning the next great journey in their lives.Ā
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